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Intro. Phileas Fogg closed the newspaper with pinpoint precision and sat up from his seat, erect and elegant as always. His clear eyes swept through the room of the Reform Club, where gentlemen murmured to each other, intrigued by the almost imperturbable calm of this methodical man. He walked confidently towards the globe and, resting a finger on London, spoke in a firm and calm voice: "With the current schedules of railways and steamships, I can go around the world in eighty days. Not one more. The murmur grew among those present. Some laughed incredulously; others frowned. Andrew Stuart stepped forward, with a defiant smile:"Would you bet on that, Mr. Fogg?"Fogg adjusted his right glove and replied without hesitation:"Twenty thousand pounds." I'll be back at the Reform Club in eighty days, at 8:45 p.m. The secretary wrote down the bet while the room was left in expectant silence. Well, everyone knew it was crazy.

Phileas Fogg

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